Bless 'em all, bless 'em all The long and the short and the tall, There'll be no promotion this side of the ocean So cheer up my lads bless 'em all We sent for the Army to come to Tulagi But General McArthur said no, I'll tell you the reason it isn't the season Besides you've got no USO.
(Well we sent for the Navy to come to Tulagi The dear little Navy agreed, In ten thousand sections from eighteen directions Oh Lord what a screwed up stampede.
Then we sent for the Air Force to come to Tulagi The Air Force appeared on the scene, And they bombed out two donkeys, five horses three monkeys And seven platoons of Gyrenes.
Then we sent for the Coast Guard to come to Tulagi And waited for them to appear, They sent back a letter we like it here better But maybe we'll make it next year.)
Then we sent for the nurses to come to Tulagi The nurses they made it with ease, Their arse on the table each bearing this label Reserved for the officers please.
Bless 'em all, bless 'em all Bless 'em all, bless 'em all The long and the short and the tall, Bless all the sergeants and corporals too Bless all the privates and above all bless you So we're saying good bye to them all As back to our fox holes we'll crawl, There'll be no promotion this side of the ocean So cheer up my lads bless 'em all.